Time
Time
You are a master manipulator
The Jekyll and Hyde of then and now
At first, you're in my favor
But then a drifting shroud
Boastfully, you dance to the wind
Taking away my breath
Shriveling up my, once soft skin
Taunting me with my death
Tick, tock, tick, tock
My heartbeat is relentless
But only till the day it stops
You make sure I don't forget this
I began repurposing calendars
As my trash was overflowing
It seems my personal caliper
Has shrunk without me knowing
Once upon a stage of my days
You were merely an illusion
Despite the things adults would say
You insisted on confusion
The future, past and present
All belong to you
You dispose my every second
Doing that thing you do
Copyright © Anna Hopper | Year Posted 2017
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